No, there was no hiding that pleasure and Tony wouldn't have wanted Steve to anyway. There was something that just made him feel good when it was clear that Steve did too. He'd clearly picked the right door this time around because it really did suit Steve well. A cultured place that was still filled with people and warmth. It worked.
Tony thought it was something of a shame that the two of them only seemed to end up in foreign countries back home when they were fighting something or each other. Steve would have loved the Louvre. Rome. Whatever else in between.
But this was good too. He squeezed Steve's hand and nodded his approval. "Both. Coffee first. Always coffee first." For how much they hadn't had it that first month, it was pretty clear that Tony was well and truly addicted again, thank god for Clint and all the special deliveries that Steve and Gwen tended to make just for him.
"Have a seat," he said, gesturing to an outside table. "I'll just get us something, huh?" It worked out, confusingly. But any place that took cards seemed to take his with no issue, and Tony sure as hell wasn't going to complain about that.